the lost village

once upon a time, there was a village across the ocean on a hill, bending towards the other horn of the bull, before the earth was round like it is now. the village was called the Hollowland because every one in this village was born with a birthmark on the belly. The shape and the color of the mark was not at all similar in everyone, but once looked closely, it was not very hard to notice that the natal scar was in fact a hollow, inversed inside the body.

after the Flood, as can be imagined, the people of the village has dispersed through all directions on the planet, as they were few in numbers, they settled with others, raised families and hid their unique marks reminding them their homeland now submerged under the dark blue ocean. then winter came, and then the spring, and summer and then winter again. many winters passed, seasons followed one another and so the generations. the grandchildren of hollowpeople has lost their trace in their memories of a long forgotten village bending towards the edge of the earth. but once in a while, the hollow grows bigger, grips the body from within, burns the flesh like a concave volcano, leaving behind no visible scars, only the birthmark which looks like a dark mole.